Arianna & Finn (Royals of Valleria #3) by Marianne Knightly Page A

church.”
     
    Finn huffed a laugh. “People have done worse here. One of the rooms over there actually had a bed so the bride and groom could consummate their marriage before they headed to the palace for the formal wedding.”
     
    Arianna’s eyes widened. “Well, still though.” She cleared her throat. “Besides, I think it’s you who doesn’t know how sexy he looked last night.”
     
    “Is that right?”
     
    She nodded. “I was practically naked and you were dressed in that lovely suit, ordering me around.”
     
    “You liked that, didn’t you? When I told you what to do?”
     
    “I didn’t think I would, but I didn’t feel like I was losing control. I felt powerful.” She hadn’t felt like that in a long time.
     
    “Good,” he said as he brushed her hair back behind her ear. “You are powerful. Even last night, you were telling me what to do.” He dropped a kiss just behind her ear. “And it was fucking amazing,” he whispered.
     
    “Finn.”
     
    He sighed and pulled away. “Sorry, Princess. Let’s get out of here. All I can think about right now is being with you, and that’s not an option, so let’s go.”
     
    She put a hand on his arm to keep him from standing up. “Why isn’t it an option?”
     
    “You just told me you might marry Henry.”
     
    “ Might being the key word there.”
     
    “But you’re still considering it. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we met. It’s not a good idea for us to be together.”
     
    She understood how he felt; didn’t she feel the same way? But she also liked the way Finn touched her - like she mattered. She hadn’t felt that for a very long time. “I know what you’re saying Finn, but Henry and I haven’t even spent any time alone together. I’ve barely spoken to him beyond the meals we’ve share with you and Alex.”
     
    “Arianna,” he said, and she could sense his resolve wavering.
     
    “Kiss me again, Finn,” she said as she cupped his face. “Kiss me like you mean it.”
     
    “I always mean it with you. But I can’t. We can’t.”
     
    “It’s my choice,” she said as she straddled him. “These are my lips and I want them to touch yours again.” She rested her forehead against his. “Please?”
     
    After a few moments, he groaned. “God help me,” he said and crushed his lips to hers.
     
    Unlike last time, this was a hard crash of their mouths against each other. Both of them taking and taking more, then giving back to the other. Her hands buried themselves in his dark brown hair while his hands gripped her ass and brought her against his erection.
     
    Moans filled the small space and her hands shifted to find skin. She slipped her hands through the portion of his shirt she’d ripped open and sighed at the feel of his chest hair covering a toned, masculine chest. His hands slipped underneath her jeans, cupping her ass and sliding his finger through the cleft to find her wet in the front.
     
    Her lips broke free on a cry and she arched her back. “Do you like that, Princess? Do you like it when I touch you?”
     
    “Yes. God, yes,” she said as she shifted against his probing fingers. She groaned in frustration when he pulled his hand away. “Why did you do that?”
     
    “This isn’t the time or the place, Princess,” he said and coated her lips with the moisture on his fingers. “Open,” he ordered and she took the fingers into her mouth, sucking her juices clean from his talented digits.
     
    He pulled his fingers out and she licked her lips, too. He groaned and pulled her in for another deep kiss.
     
    “I’m sorry,” he said when they broke away.
     
    “What for?”
     
    “I shouldn’t have let it get that far.”
     
    “I wasn’t complaining, Finn. We were both at fault, if you want to look at it that way, but I don’t.”
     
    “But you might marry someone else.”
     
    “Listen. Somebody has asked my brother a question meant for me. That somebody has not